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End of my rope

I had this hump where I had lots of energy and felt relatively good. I was so glad to get home.

I'm over that hump. I do NOT feel good. My sides hurt. My stomach hurts. I can't get comfortable. Lumpy feels like it is about to explode. Flattie feels as if it is hard as a rock. They have me all taped up so I can't see whether there is a problem or not with my side.

I am throwing myself a pity party here. I'm exhausted. In a half hour, I get another pain killer. He has me on one every four hours. It doesn't really touch things. I'll be calling them tomorrow to find out when I can come in post-op and make sure everything is ok and discuss the pain levels.

Last night, in order to get some sleep, I took an Ambien and doubled up on my pain meds. I think I actually got four uninterrupted hours of sleep! It felt so good, but now I'm back to 'normal'.

How am I ever going to go through another reconstruction in 6 months? I'll be so terrified of complications. I'll be scared of being in pain again. I have to have it done, but this time has me gun shy.

I am also on a timeline to get to feeling better. Scott has to go on travel January 15 and will be gone for two weeks straight. georgiaskydiver, this is when I really hope you can come visit for a little while. At that point, I'll only be driving for a week or so.

PLEASE make the pain go away. I'm such a wuss.


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Dec. 26th, 2006 07:19 am (UTC)
I am throwing myself a pity party here.

Nah - you're not even close to a party. It's a bit of a poor-me-moment, but not anywhere near a full on pity party.

You'll be fine for the reconstruction. The D-struction* is always the worst. This is your third day home? That's the worst worst, too. So you made it through all the crappiest parts and tomorrow you'll start feeling better. You're not a wuss. You're a wonderful and strong woman. Hugs.

* I think I remember you being a D-cup, so the pun was irresistible. More hugs.
Dec. 26th, 2006 08:29 am (UTC)
You remembered correctly. Full D on a good day. On a bad day (weight gain or bloating), DD. When I was pregnant, I had to go out and ask what comes after DD. I think I was in an E or F, something insane like that from Lane Bryant.

They were never the same. After kids, it went back down to a full D, but they hung down quite a bit, and looked somehow...deflated.
Dec. 26th, 2006 05:19 pm (UTC)
If it is humanly possible, I will be there. We get back home from the cruise on January 9 - the same day the Big Guy goes back to school.

I'm probably going to have to bring the LG with me, since daddy will be fully engrossed in Organic Chemistry. Is that okay? If not, I'll find an acceptable alternative - maybe even leaving him in Florida with my mom.

We leave for Florida tomorrow, but I'll start checking the airfares the minute we get back.

Dec. 26th, 2006 09:46 pm (UTC)
Bringing the LG would be great. The boys would love having him around.

Have a great trip! We'll be thinking about you!

Oh, I got a GREAT package of socks today :) LOVE them. Especially the little reigndeer toes pair.
Dec. 27th, 2006 12:41 am (UTC)
YAY! At least something got there, right?

I'm going to send the big box of New Year's Presents off tomorrow. There is one thing I can't wait for you to open!!!

And thank you for all the gifts you sent! I waited and opened all of them yesterday.

The Big Guy didn't see what was so funny about the dish towel. I rolled around on the floor until I about peed myself. He did, however, see the humor in the lawyer t-shirt. He thinks I should wear it every day . . . but alas, I couldn't - I was wearing the infamous "My Liver Hurts" t-shirt.

The purple ornaments are a very special surprise. The Little Guy helped me find places on the tree for them.

Thank you.

I love you girlfriend. It kills me not to be there for you.
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